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EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-5 "Boy Seeds Planted"
{Part #5 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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"Boy Seeds Planted"
The boy had to turn away, his sight burning from the fiery eye
staring back at him. Fierce golden light that saw All. Was Father Sun
proud, the boy wondered with hope and awe?
His sight cleared. The weariness of limb and racing breath stilled
to normal, like what he was before the 'planting.' A change was in him
though. He asked the Above about it. Only His burning face answered in
fierce silence.
Was it the change of becoming a man? The youth looked down at his
nakedness to that which was obviously boy: a small pole with no dark
mane. The young brave had worn his proudly above a manly sized penis.
White seeds had flown from his loins.
The swift stream chuckled as if reminding the youth, 'yours is still
clear.' The boy grew angry. He had performed a man's act! A cooling wind
embraced his heated form. The sweat dried from his face and belly. It
was calming, like a mother's lullaby. The boy grew still. He spoke
softly to Wind after some thought.
"Why did the man coax my seeds into him?" he asked.
Around him, the tall river weeds drooped their heads. Did they know,
the boy wondered? Only silence. The warm hand of Father Sun rested
protectedly upon his shoulders. He wouldn't explain it either. The boy
pondered an answer for himself.
Pleasure had come from it. The brave's backing onto his arrow-aimed
stiffness, the slippery sensation from forced bow thrusts up a man's
butt. It was better than a hand at need. Boy seeds were planted.
Praise from the brave came after the deed. Three loud yelps! A smile
bursts on the boy's face in rememberance. His spying on the man's swim
had led to it: the thrilled joining of their naked bodies with the brave
playing the role of squaw. A mere boy performing a man's duty! The
youth wondered, would those planted seeds in a man's hole form a little
one? No. The brave's rear opening was used for only pleasure's sake.
"Was it also love?" the boy whispered to Wind.
A low whistle blew past his ears from the tall weeds along the
stream. Their brown heads shook in reply. The boy didn't feel anything
strong in his heart. Only his tingling length sought the brave's tight
offering. It was a brief mating. Warm flesh had rubbed against his
sweaty body, his building thrills and held breath squirting in his boy
seeds. The brave left soon after. That wasn't love.
The boy's inner eyes sought out a remembered friend; that proud
warrior. This once-brave had shown him the secret male rite that became
the youth's own. How hard he had tried to perform that same manly
wetting! One summer's eve he did.
After Grandfather Moon had witnessed the boy's first seeds, he ran
to his friend's tipi in triumph. The warrior embraced him for the proud
accomplishment. The man's strong arms held the youth close with a love
like that for a son. The boy's heart felt strongly for him. He had
wanted to spend that night in the warrior's tipi to embrace it, to
experience a man's love. Yet, he had been gently turned away.
"Why?!" The boy raised his eyes to Father Sun to demand an answer
while reaching low on himself to perform that warrior's male rite. Only
when the pleasure became too great did he look away, his hand filled. A
great roar filled his ears like that of a storm wind coming. His head
was a leaf being tossed about in it. A greyness took his eyes away...
The limp form of boy laid upon the river stone. Father Sun touched the
human child with His warm hands and smiled. Filled with power; such
daring. To have 'done it' not knowing why. He would answer the youth
in a vision.
(The first part to this story is in "Pottery Shards".
It continues in "For The Love of Indian Boys".)
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